I don't know how that could happen unless you're free balling but if I zipped up some skin my pants would be ripped apart from the zipper down almost instantaneously until I was naked, screaming, and cold. I think most guys are with me on that.

Are that many men out there who forego underwear? I mean, come on; you unzip, whip it out, do your business, tuck it back in the underwear, zip up. I guess if you're going commando the chance that a hair or skin might get caught in the zipper, but you know, that's why they made underwear. To give you an extra layer of protective clothing between personal bits and the toothy zipper beast.

dittybopper:BTW, it's 17,616 over 8 years, or just 2,202 per year. Probably the same 2,000 people over and over again.

Thanks, I missed that. It seemed a little high to me. However, after doing some research, it seems that men are more prone to go to the ER by blunt force tramau to the crotch area...about 10,000 a year.

/the problem with external genitalia is that it is external//hard to do much about it

I'm betting 99% of these injuries occur in bar bathrooms, after midnight and substantial quantities of alcohol, to people going commando in anticipation of getting lucky when quite the opposite happens.

theknuckler_33:Do guys really think it is cool to go sans underwear? Or does this phenomenon happen even to underwear-wearing folks? Either way, I suspect the victims of this are unable to count to potato.

Happened to me once when I was wearing boxers. The worst pain is having to zip back down a bit to free yourself.

this reminds me of the time in little league when I got hit by a pitch in the dick. fortunately it was a curveball that bouced right off the head, stung a lot but no more than that and a slightly awkward trip to first base, and depending on how long that rule lasts for, I failed miserably "not to rub it"

I was building a tree house for some under privileged kids this past Saturday. Had to nail in a board at an awkward angle while on a ladder. Didn't realize for fifteen or twenty whacks that I was nailing it into my penis. Looked alright there, so I left it.

On airplanes, I'm not allowed to sit in the exit row seat by the door. I have to sit in the one by the aisle. If the shiat were to go down, they want my penis manning the hatch, so I lean over and he sits there.

It's redwood flavored.

When I was a kid, I loved the movie Never Ending Story. Not for the characters or plot. I dreamed of someday using Falcor as a talking cock muffler.

You'll know if I've been plowing your wife. You'll pull down her panties and a bright pink tube sock will roll down. And you'll frown.

There working on a distributed storage system big enough to host my penis picture website. There's one image: mypenis.jpg.

Are that many men out there who forego underwear? I mean, come on; you unzip, whip it out, do your business, tuck it back in the underwear, zip up. I guess if you're going commando the chance that a hair or skin might get caught in the zipper, but you know, that's why they made underwear. To give you an extra layer of protective clothing between personal bits and the toothy zipper beast.

/or you could just unbelt/unbutton the pants when you need to go

There is the fatal design in the standard boxer shorts where a person may have believed that he secured the package. Yet prior to zipping the hangar closed, the dirigible decides to slide out past the boxer opening and in to the line of fire. I've been bitten enough times that I am extra careful when wearing the traditional boxers and packing the Graf Zepplin away.

Are that many men out there who forego underwear? I mean, come on; you unzip, whip it out, do your business, tuck it back in the underwear, zip up. I guess if you're going commando the chance that a hair or skin might get caught in the zipper, but you know, that's why they made underwear. To give you an extra layer of protective clothing between personal bits and the toothy zipper beast.

/or you could just unbelt/unbutton the pants when you need to go

There is the fatal design in the standard boxer shorts where a person may have believed that he secured the package. Yet prior to zipping the hangar closed, the dirigible decides to slide out past the boxer opening and in to the line of fire. I've been bitten enough times that I am extra careful when wearing the traditional boxers and packing the Graf Zepplin away.

This is why the baby Jesus invented boxer briefs. All the protection of tighty whities, in comfortable, non riding up, form hugging cotton.

using the mens room at the observation deck of the Empire State building when out of the stall came this tiny strained voice,"Father? My penis is stuck in my zipper"Every man in there winced and most of us fled.

spentmiles:There working on a distributed storage system big enough to host my penis picture website. There's one image: mypenis.jpg.

That's nothin'. Takes a tub of Crisco, four fat women and a team of Clydesdales just to jack me off.

But seriously, 2000 men per year get their dingus caught in a zipper? I can't even imagine the power of the stupid going on there. I think may have done this once (and all it takes is the slightest touch that which is cold and metallic) when I was four years old or so and it was the absolute last time.